I'm hoping/picturing when the nose of the Journey is pointed homeward tonight
the house will be spic-and-span,
but most of us have learned that our morning Maybe
is subject to change of plan
The Bygone-brush is dripping as we speak/read!!
And tonight, the whole world over, as we all survey our personal Portrait of Today
not one single picture will be exactly alike!
By God's grace then let's make courtesy, kindness and thankfulness the Beauty
each 'painting' has in common
Around the corner or across the street
Who knows who or what waits our gait to greet
Will it be stem-full-of-thorns, or the rose
Will it be a kiss or punch in the nose
The day at hand sits on time’s window sill
Who knows who or what waits its frame to fill
Darling, the colours that drip, splash and run
Turn into works of art, never undone
From the fine mingling of was-is-will be
Who knows who or what waits to shape hist’ry
Aptly, the hour is emptied and set
Etching forever its brief pirouette
While we work with what we somewhat expect
Who knows who or what waits to interject
But as each beck and call fills in the blanks
Pray that above all, it resonates thanks
© Janet Martin
Eph.5:20
...always giving thanks to God the Father for everything,
in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.
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